Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Chu didn't know what Mu Yanzheng was talking about, so he was rushed to the hospital by a phone call.

In the middle of the night, the Rongcheng Hospital was brightly lit and the flow of people was sparse.

Not long after Meng Chu arrived, Mu Yanzheng also arrived.

She left in a hurry without saying a word, Mu Yanzheng was naturally worried.

"Who's sick?"

After chasing to the operating room, Meng Chu's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

"Three aunts."

Mu Yanzheng hugged Meng Chu, and she lay softly in his arms, feeling very weak.

The operating room is on the first floor, and Mu Yanzheng's back is facing the hall.

But he didn't know that when he was comforting Meng Chu, not far behind, Qin Musheng passed by in a wheelchair and was being pushed out of the hospital gate.

That day, he told Mu Yanzheng that he was going back to Arbroath the next day, but he didn't actually leave.

He had business dealings with Mu Yunzhang, now that he came to China, how could he leave so easily.

Meng Chu didn't know how long he waited, but the lights in the operating room went out, and the third aunt was pushed out by the doctor, her eyes were still closed, as if she was asleep.

It's just that her face was unnaturally white, and even her lips were bloodless.

While Meng Chu was in a daze, the doctor handed her a piece of paper:

Death Notice!

Meng Chu was shocked by the huge title.

But at this time, the third aunt had been pushed away by the doctor.

After being dazed for a moment, she ran towards the third aunt's body desperately regardless of her weak legs and feet.

Her heart felt like a stone was blocked, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

Finally, at the elevator leading to the morgue, he caught up with the doctor's cart.

But when it came to his mouth, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

There were only big tears falling down.

At some point, Mu Yanzheng stood behind her and gently hugged her.

"The patient is old and has some hidden physical diseases. Now the acute cerebral infarction was delayed because of the delay in delivery, which made the patient unable to be rescued."

The doctor's words made Meng Chu unable to refute.

She lay sideways in Mu Yanzheng's arms, from sobbing softly to crying bitterly.

They didn't follow to the morgue, and Jia Yan, who was late, was waiting at the stairs not long after.

He was still wearing work clothes at this time, and the sweat on his hair seemed to have just been poured.

"Why are you here?"

Mu Tong also came with him.

They originally wanted to go directly to the operating room, but when they saw Meng Chu and Mu Yanzheng, they changed their direction.

Seeing that Meng Chu's eyes were red, Jia Yan panicked instantly, ignored them and ran to the operating room.

Mu Tong was calm, but at the same time, he noticed something was wrong.

"What happened to Ms. Wang Guifang?"

She kept staring into Meng Chu's eyes, and seeing that she had not spoken for a long time, she looked at Mu Yanzheng again.

Meng Chu pushed Mu Yanzheng's arms away, and handed her the patient's death notice given by the doctor just now.

Mu Tong was shocked and muttered, "How could it be?"

She was not in the store just now, and the staff called, and she knew that Wang Guifang had been taken to the hospital.

It was only an hour before and after.

Perhaps seeing no one in the operating room, Jia Yan left and returned.

Mu Tong handed him the list in a low mood, Jia Yan saw the contents clearly, with a look of disbelief, then rushed to the guidance desk emotionally, "I want to see Wang Guifang, where is she, where did you send her? !"

The night shift nurse was taken aback by his actions, and jumped aside from her seat, looking defensively at the mad Jia Yan.

Meng Chu couldn't stand it anymore, strode over, dragged him back to the elevator entrance, and pressed the elevator down casually.

A group of people went in, and the elevator went all the way down.

But after a while, it stopped at the morgue on the second floor.

The corridor at night is gloomy and cool.

Because he felt uncomfortable, Meng Chu couldn't care less about being afraid, and kept pulling Jia Yan straight to the gate of the mortuary.

At this time, the doctor who had settled the body had just finished talking to the nursing uncle, and was about to go up when he saw someone rushing towards him.

"I can't pick up the body now, I have to wait until dawn tomorrow."

The doctor forcibly stopped him, and when he saw Mu Yanzheng striding forward, his momentum instantly weakened.

"No, this is the patient's son."

Mu Yanzheng approached and talked with the doctor.

Meng Chu and the others entered the morgue.

After a while, it was reported that Jia Yan was crying loudly.

Mu Yanzheng motioned for the doctor to leave first, while he stood at the door and waited.

The sad atmosphere lasted until midnight, when Jia Yan's crying finally stopped.

Mu Yanzheng was afraid that Meng Chu would be afraid, so he had to go to the morgue too.

The temperature inside was too low, as if entering an ice cave. I glanced at the cabinets for storing corpses on the front wall, and my eyes fell on the right hand side.

Jia Yan sat slumped on the ground, while Mu Tong and Meng Chu stood aside, both in grief.

He approached and gently hugged Meng Chu, only to find that she was cold all over.

"It's getting late, let's go back first."

After admonishing them aloud, only Meng Chu and Mu Tong responded, while Jia Yan who was sitting on the ground remained motionless as if he had been frozen.

"It's not good to stay here all the time, come back at dawn."

Mu Tong leaned over and squatted beside Jia Yan.

He still didn't respond.

Mu Yanzheng couldn't stand it anymore, and said coldly at him: "People cannot be resurrected after death, who are you torturing like this?"

Jia Yan sniffed, and stared hoarsely at one of the compartments where the remains were stored, "My mother is gone, and I will never have a mother again."

A man of seven feet tall, said these words, it can be seen how sad he is in his heart.

The tears that Meng Chu had just wiped away poured out again.

She thought of Feng Nianjiao. Although she was very strict with herself since she was a child, Meng Chu felt that her existence was very meaningful.

When I left the hospital, it was already past four o'clock in the morning.

The eastern sky gradually turned white.

Instructing Mu Tong to send Jia Yan back, Meng Chu didn't fall asleep when he got home.

The third aunt's death was too sudden. Although there was no one in her hometown, she still had to take her body back for burial.

The hospital definitely won't let them stay for too long, so they can only go to the countryside by private car.

Mu Yanzheng felt sorry for her, so he squinted on the bed for a while.

It was completely bright.

Mu Yanzheng has arranged for a car to go to the hospital to pick up the body.

Meng Chu changed his clothes and went out. As soon as he got outside, he saw a car approaching slowly.

When they got closer, they saw Uncle Mu and Sister-in-law Wu coming down from above.

They first looked at her clothes, and then said: "Ah Chu, are you going out?"

"Yes."

Meng Chu's face was expressionless, and he didn't know the purpose of their coming here at this time.

Uncle Mu and Aunt Wu looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.

Fifth Aunt lost her former politeness, and stepped forward directly, bluntly: "Ah Chu, Tongtong is very close to your cousin who is a migrant worker from the countryside now, you know that?"

"know."

Suddenly, Meng Chu responded bluntly.

Seeing this, Fifth Aunt didn't make any detours.

"Even if my son-in-law is poor, he can't be like him. A person from the countryside, do you think they are worthy?"

"..."

Meng Chu was originally in a sad mood, but now hearing these words, he just wanted to laugh.

"Fifth Aunt, is it not good for you to question me so early in the morning?"

Uncle Wu suddenly realized something, and stepped forward to hold Aunt Wu, but she broke away.